Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; 2 Though in the dust I lay my head, 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, ; 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow PSALM XVII. 14, 15. (L. M.) 1 What sinners value, I resign: 2 This life's a dream, an empty shew; 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode! 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, PSALM XVIII. 30-50. (L.M.) I JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, PSALM XIX. PART I. 1—6. (L.M.) 2 Th' unwearied sun from day to day 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What, though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball? What, though no real voice or sound Amid their radiant orbs be found? 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing, as they shine, "The Hand that made us is divine!" 1 2 PSALM XIX. PART II. 6-14. (s. M.) Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 3 How perfect is thy word! 4 5 I hear thy word with love, Send thy good Spirit from above While with my heart and tongue PSALM XIX. VERSION III. (L. M.) 1 THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord; In every star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand: So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise; Bless the dark world with heav'nly light: Thy gospel makes the simple wise; Thy laws are pure, thy judgements right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd, and sins forgiv'n : Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n. PSALM XXII. 24-31. (C. M.) 2 Great was the vict'ry of his death, And all the kindreds of the earth 3 A num'rous offspring shall arise They shall be reckon'd in his eyes 4 The meek and humble souls shall see And all that seek the Lord shall be 5 The isles shall know the righteousness PSALM XXIII. VERSION I. (P. M. Carey's.) 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care: His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye: My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wand'ring steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors over-spread, My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still: Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. PSALM XXIII. VERSION II. (C. M.) 1 My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; |